You evoke the silence
in the room, minds are
pacing, petitions are heard
and I stare. I look at
the light that hits the
surface of Your vessel.
The ruined like crows
avoid Your grapes though
some craving with everything
just for a nibble, just
a squirt of Your drunkenness,
but the shimmering averts.
Unleavened sitting with open
ears. How is it that knowing
comes flawlessly? No need
to understand how; just
simply why? Why hear
racing thoughts and hold
the pinewood sky in perfect
order? What a world of
beautiful flaws! And the
day will come when all
around me will be renovated.
For nothing is created or
destroyed. And we the stewards
hold true Your purpose. Let
us be Your holy hands.
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